Dorje Phurba’s hair is burning copper, and Yeshé Tsogyel’s is clear red flame. He holds a wrathful nine-pronged nam-chak phurba which stabs all illusions of entrapment within the nine bardos, and simultaneously explodes and implodes all concepts of time and space; a wrathful nine-pronged tok-chak phurba which stabs the attraction, aversion, and indifference that manifest as the attempted distortions of the nine vehicles; a wrathful nine-pronged tiger bone phurba which stabs the root of the inability to experience the power of the nine grim weapons; a wrathful nine-pronged leopard bone phurba which stabs the root of the inability to perceive the lustre of the nine skies. Within the palms of his lower hands, Dorje Phurba rolls the wrathful nine-pronged human bone phurba – made from the bones of every being who ever committed murder or acts of cruelty. The phurba pierces the root of duality itself, and spontaneously liberates all beings and empties the hells of every description.